The rain that mixes the soul
Not only by a somewhat
more human
That God can do nothing
When I read the final
note beyond the first note
Take the occasional
drop of rain
This rain is pouring
fresh
Before the birth of
Christ
There was blood in the
rain
In the rain that fell
after the Buddha
Nirvana abounded
When it rained nineteen
centuries later
The range of bombs was
frozen
When it still rained a
century later
Anonymous germs were
hidden
A place of rain mixed
with thunder and lightning
When asked about the
timeline
The answer is that it
mixes with the human soul
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